Here I am, at 5 o’clock, generally the worst time of the working day, suffused with a feeling of wellbeing. This, in spite of the fact our Thanksgiving plans to share the meal with friends were derailed when the Baron woke up with a fever last night (pretty much right after I fell asleep), runny noise and wet barking-seal cough. The two of us had a restless night and I got up feeling as though I’d spent the night wrung out and hung on the clothesline.
But D. was able to work from home most of the morning, giving me time to get going. The older kids were generally cheerful and helpful. The Baron took a good long morning nap, and so did I, while Sir I. and Miss M. watched Harold and the Purple Crayon. There were pizza leftovers so lunch was low-prep. The Baron has been drinking and eating well, and I haven’t had to wipe his nose at least half an hour!
Plus, I have clean sheets on my bed and an apple pie in the oven. The older kids assisted in the pie preparation–Sir I. was excited to use a real knife for the very first time, closely supervised by Nervous Helicopter Mom–and the Baron was happy to sit in his booster seat and eat apples and watch us. We came up with a Plan B for Thanksgiving relatively quickly, including getting a roast chicken instead of finding a turkey. We’re still on for my favorite dinner rolls.
So, yes, in spite of sick kids, the blah night and the blech morning, the disappointment of not getting together with our good friends–I’m doing pretty well! How about you?